Nanci Griffith - Banks Of The Pontchartrain

To: jamesb@nevada.edu Subject: Nanci_Griffith/BanksOfThePontchartrain.crd "BANKS OF THE PONCHARTRAIN," by Nanci Griffith I'm going in I'm gonna ain Oh' I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain These old rails shake like thunder through the night Soon I'll have my green-eyed lover's arms to comfort me Oh, I can see my cou (guitaretab.com)

# <9211120024.AA14600@ucscb.UCSC.EDU> #To: jamesb@nevada.edu #Subject: Nanci_Griffith/BanksOfThePontchartrain.crd # # #"BANKS OF THE PONCHARTRAIN," by Nanci Griffith # # # I'm going in I'm gonna ain Oh' I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain These old rails shake like thunder through the night Soon I'll have my gre (chordiearchive.chordie.com)

To: jamesb@nevada.edu Subject: Nanci_Griffith/BanksOfThePontchartrain.crd "BANKS OF THE PONCHARTRAIN," by Nanci Griffith I'm going Take me to the station I am in I'm gonna ain Oh' I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain These old rails shake like thunder through the night Soon I'll have my green-eyed lover's arms to co (guitartabs.cc)

Banks of the Pontchartrain Nanci Griffith ***CAP0 3*** I'm going [F]back where my [Bb]garden blooms all [F]year Where the [Am]winter time speaks [Gm]softly in the fall[F]ing rain I'm going back to my g[Bb]reen-eyed lover t[F]here We will [Am]dance along the [Bb]banks of old Lake [F]Ponchartrain ***Chorus:** [C]Take me to the station I am [Bb]late to catch my south-bound [F]train Oh I'm gonna [C]call my cousin Libby She will be [Bb]waitin' by the tracks when I roll [F]in (And) I'm gonna [Am]ro (allcountrytabs.com)

"BANKS OF THE PONCHARTRAIN," by Nanci Griffith I'm going in I'm gonna ain Oh' I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain These old rails shake like thunder through the night Soon I'll have my green-eyed lover's arms to comfort me Oh, I can see my cousin Libby by his side Her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrai (azchords.com)